Flight

Flight. Definitely flight. Given that you have no idea just who, what or even how many are on the other side of the door. The banging become almost constant as the poor door tries it's best to buy you two as much time as possible. A quick nod to Sam is all he needs to hurridly bolt away, with you not far behind. You can see Sam run into his room and on instinct you run into your own room.

As you stand in your bare bones room, lit only but the early morning sun, the obvious hit you. "Shit." You think outloud to yourself "It probably would of been better to stick together." As you scan the room, desperatly looking for a place to hide. "He's probably got some kind of panic room or basement in his room." As the possibility of running to his room and sharing hiding spot comes to your head you hear the door finally giving up and breaking. "Well fuck, too late now."

Peaking through the small gap you left in the door you can see two shadows make their way into the kitchen. Clearly, given their choice of entrance, these two aren't excatly planning on acting friendly so you turn back to your room and scope out an hiding spot.